Wednesday

Arkansas' monument shows its troops trampling someone. Now who do you reckon that is?

In these woods the 20th Maine defended Little Round Top against as many as five assaults by the 15th Alabama in the deepening twilight of July 2nd, 1863. The Alabama troops had been marching half the night and all day to get there; 26 miles in all. With no time allowed to even fill their canteens with water they were thrown into the fight. The Mainers had marched about 15 miles in the hours leading up the battle as well.

It's on this precise rock that Colonel William Oates, Alabama's Commander, says his own brother was killed during the assault. Colonel Joshua Chamberlain who commanded the 20th Maine says no, the Alabaman's never reached that far. The monument commission sided with Chamberlain. No monument was ever raised for the 15th Alabama on the spot of their struggle with the 20th Maine.

The Devils Den as seen from the top of Little Roundtop. That's 500 yards away! On the afternoon of the July 2nd, Confederate snipers likely hidden among the rocks there managed to shoot Brigader General Stephen Weed in the chest as he stood on Little Roundtop. Almost to prove the first shot was no fluke, only a few moments later Weed's artillery commander Lt. Charles Hazlett was leaning over his dying commander and was himself shot in the head. He died instantly and General Weed expired of his wounds later that night.

Read the sign placed at the scene and note how its author says the Confederates were "only 500 yards" away. I'd like to see that guy make a head shot with TODAYs rifles at 500 yards - under fire!

Here's the view from Devils Den looking up at Little Round Top.

Here's a view of The Wheatfield. By the end of the second days's fighting this 16 acre parcel of ground was covered in dead and dying. It changed hands between North and South about four times.

Across this 1000 yard stretch of open ground 15,000 Southerners advanced under heavy rifle and cannon fire. They broke through the line and advanced only a short distance before being repulsed. Less than half the men that when up that gentle incline ever came back down. The Copse of Trees in the center of the photograph was their goal. It became forever known as the Highwater Mark of the Confederacy.

Here's the same field but seen from the yankee perspective. This photo was taken the following morning and the weather had changed more to fit the somber nature of the place.

I spent the last couple of days in Washington DC on business. Words cannot express how uncomfortable it was for me to be here in the "belly of the beast"! Suffice it to say that I am pleased to be boarding my flight out of here this morning. Oh God just get me back to the Deep South where I belong!

While I wait to board, I thought to share a few of my experiences here.

Sat next to a thoroughly obnoxious NY lawyer at dinner on Monday night. At some point during the evening he felt it necessary to share his opinion of Southerners. Among the comments he made were:

Had it not been a guaranteed damper on my career, I would have punched the green-toothed bastard right on the mouth.

Part of my time up here included a tour of the Gettysburg battlefield. I stood at the so-called Highwater Mark where there is a memorial on the spot where General Armistead fell mortally wounded. This man died, along with thousands of other Confederates, to free himself from the domination of Imperial Washington. And some representative of Boobus Americanus had placed there a … wait for it … US flag! I removed that foul thing with extreme prejudice.

So my final thought for this morning: DC has gone the way of Miami. White, English speaking Americans are in extremely short supply here. This is an utterly foreign city! It is a picture of the future. The same Gooberment that believes it can serialize and track every individual round of ammunition manufactured, simultaneously insists that it's impossible to control immigration!

Saturday

So I'm doing a little family tree work right? And I find an ancestor who died at Camp Morton, a Union Prison Camp in Indianapolis, Indiana. During the War of Yankee Aggression there were over 1,700 Confederate POWs that died at Camp Morton. These men are buried at Crown Hill Cemetery.

A Wikipedia article tells us that this is "a number considerably lower than most Union Camps". Yet, between 1863 and June 1865, the camp's population saw an average of 50 deaths a month from disease, hunger, and exposure. Clearly Camp Morton was a horror.

Private James H. Eidson died there shortly after Christmas in 1864. He left behind a wife and as many as eight children who never learned of their father's specific fate. All they knew for sure was that he was sick when captured at Kennesaw Mountain. Beyond that he was simply never heard from again - as testified in the widow's pension application of 1891.

So you can imagine dear reader how pleased I was to find this man's final resting place.

Somehow if it were possible to talk to this particular ancestor of mine, I'll bet you anything that he'd take a dim view of his resting place being decorated with the US flag.

I have another ancestor who survived the Yankee invasion, but lost an eye at the Battle of Atlanta. But that still didn't remove him from the fight. However his leg was badly crushed a couple months before the surrender while riding a troop-train that derailed in eastern Alabama. Something tells me he wouldn't appreciate his grave being festooned with a US flag.

Lastly I have an ancestor killed at the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain. That man left behind a wife and nine children. That woman and her kids lived in a pine bark hut the winter of 1865. You put a Yankee flag on his grave and his corpse might just jump up and punch you right in the mouth!

These men fought for their country - Georgia. Their country was raped, pillaged and burned by the likes of this war criminal, and their descendants have all been programmed to love the Tyrant. I suppose the final insult of having a US flag waving over their grave was to be expected.

Wednesday

I'm sure that by now you've heard the controversy over the rodeo clown appearing in an Obama mask at the Missouri state fair. How dare anyone actually lampoon a sitting president! Imagine that! And worst of all, how dare anyone make fun of our historic first "black" president! I hear the Fair announcer and the rodeo clown have been banned forever from the Missouri State Fair, and the hand wringing over the evils of racism will go on for days and days. [gag, puke]

Keep it firmly in mind that there is only ONE thing you need to consider about OWEBongo. Forget his policies, his ideology, his piss-poor record, his lack of accomplishments, his penchant for stumbling from scandal to scandal, his total incompetence. Just remember his SKIN COLOR. That's it. That's the ONLY thing that matters!

Anyhow… I could rant on all day about this manchurian candidate who rules over us like Napoleon. Here's a quote I stumbled over that really resonated with me to the point where I almost resonated my coffee all over the screen!

"Comparing Obama with a rodeo clown is a ridiculous assertion. A rodeo clown would have done his best to save those 4 cowboys in Benghazi."

“I see, as you do, and with the deepest affliction, the rapid strides with which the federal branch of our government is advancing towards the usurpation of all the rights reserved to the States, and the consolidation in itself of all powers, foreign and domestic; and that, too, by constructions which, if legitimate, leave no limits to their power. Take together the decisions of the federal court, the doctrines of the President, and the misconstructions of the constitutional compact acted on by the legislature of the federal branch, and it is but too evident, that the three ruling branches of that department are in combination to strip their colleagues, the State authorities, of the powers reserved by them, and to exercise themselves all functions foreign and domestic.”Thomas Jefferson - in a letter dated December 1825

Monday

As you watch this video, keep in mind that the cops are looking for ONE nineteen year-old who, while certainly dangerous, was no Rambo.

Notice there's no service of warrant.

Notice all the yelling and shouting orders at the residents of the home.

"Get your hands UP!" "Let's GO!" "Hurry UP!"

See them as they're frisked on further down the street.

Land of the brave and home of the free, indeed.

This entire mess was a dry run for coming martial law. If you can't accept that truth, then you're simply a fool. The empire is tightening its grip and your so-called "Rights" don't mean squat in the new Socialist AmeriKa.

After watching this - I'll take my chances with the terrorists thank you!

And the residents of Boston, the lickspittle little sheeple of Boston, thank the agents of the empire that crushes their very liberty beneath the boot.

Boston, 1775: "Come and take them!"

Boston, 2013: "They can give me a cavity search right now and I'd be perfectly happy."

Saturday

When I consider that Boston, the cradle of the American Revolution, lately cowered in fear before the ham-handed acts of terrorists who should have been named Abbot and Costello.

When I consider that on the anniversary of the Shot Heard Round The World, the children of the men who fired that shot now crouch and cravenly lick the hand of GOOBERment agents who did thousands of times more damage to Boston than the Chechen bozos did.

When I consider the in-your-face evidence that the entire US Bill of Rights is now nothing more than propaganda to be taught to school children.

And as Mr. Denninger rightly points out, we are sending the message to the whole world that we are a nation of whimpering children who long for their Nanny.

… I am deeply saddened. America is dead and gone, and my children and grandchildren have inherited, NOT freedom, but slavery. We The Pansies have ceded our most precious birthright … LIBERTY… for tawdry trinkets of illusory safety!

The Minuteman

Notice that United is in small letters!

The point here is ...

I absolutely and unashamedly believe that every single gun law is unconstitutional. Anybody who wants to own a gun should be able to. Even violent felons (they’ll just kill one another with the result being less criminals around). Kids, old ladies, soldiers on base, postal customers, airline passengers, you know… all those usually disarmed in our present society. Obviously I have libertarian views. I hold in utter contempt: all politicians, most government employees, globalists, all varieties of the political left, the church of abortion, hoplophobes, collectivists, and earth worshippers. I reserve the right to revise this list without limit – as the magnitude of the problem seems to be expanding at an exponential rate!